TITLE: I Love to Watch Your Hands
SPOILER WARNING: None.
RATING: PG
CONTENT WARNING: MSR. Sap?
CLASSIFICATION: VR
SUMMARY: Mulder muses. Inspired by a collage created by Rachel Lewis...and
then Rachel turned around and made a new collage based on the story. Go
figger... ;)
I Love to Watch Your Hands
by Brandon D. Ray
I love to watch your hands.
I sit across the office from you and I watch your hands, so small and soft and
delicate, as they fly across the keyboard with such swift assurance. I don't
know if you realize how sensual it is to watch you do this, to watch your hands
as they caress the keys.
I see your hands pause for just a moment as you stop to think. What is it that
you seek? The correct spelling? The proper word? The perfect nuance? I don't
know, but still I watch your hands.
I love to watch your hands.
I sit in the passenger seat of our rental car and I watch your hands, so sure
and in control, as they grip the steering wheel and guide us through the
traffic. I don't know if you realize how comforting it is to watch you do this,
to watch your hands as they direct the wheel.
I see your hands slide across the wheel as you take us around a corner. What
will be waiting for us in this new direction you have chosen? A city of gold?
The other end of the rainbow? The source of the Nile? I don't know, but still
I watch your hands.
I love to watch your hands.
I stand on the far side of the autopsy suite and I watch your hands, so firm and
knowledgeable, as they probe gently but insistently. I don't know if you
realize how awe-inspiring it is to watch you do this, to watch your hands as
they quest for truth.
I see your hands hesitate as you find the unexpected. What does your training
see that I cannot? A deformed organ? A trace of poison? A missing link? I
don't know, but still I watch your hands.
I love to watch your hands.
I lie beside you in the dark of night and I watch your hands, so loving and
gentle, as they glide across my skin and seek our pleasure. I don't know if you
realize how intimate it is to watch you do this, to watch your hands as they
possess my flesh.
I see your hands tremble as you stake your claim on me. What is it that you
feel? The warmth of my perspiration? The hum of my arousal? The stirrings of
my soul? I think I know, and for just a moment I take your hands in mine, and I
raise them up and let my lips do as your hands have done.
I love to watch your hands.
Fini
ROMEO
[To JULIET] If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
JULIET
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
ROMEO
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
JULIET
Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
ROMEO
O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
JULIET
Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.
ROMEO
Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.
JULIET
Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
ROMEO
Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again.
JULIET
You kiss by the book.
--Act I, Scene 5